Monday, January 27, 2014

If I had a wish--and that wish couldn't be transforming into a wunderkind rock & roll goddess-- I'd wish to be a mermaid.

I'd set up camp at the marina on the shores of Lake Michigan, twist around in the big black waves and play a magically in-tune ukelele on a sunny boulder. The days schedule would include collecting smooth stones, being mesmerised by shafts of shifting green light, talking to the lake and scaring the shit out of the occasional boater.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

When it's colder outside than most parts of the moon-- we shop. I've been hunting for a nifty old road case to use as a new home for band merch. It was the perfect opportunity to snuffle around at Four Leaf Thrift in Riverwest.

Friday, January 24, 2014

On my List of "100 Things To Do This Year", #37 is write a guest post.

This guest post is a whopper. I am so honored to have the opportunity to write for my favorite site in the entire UNIVERSE. Leonie Dawson has been a life mentor and strong blogging inspiration for the past five years.

After pilfering my mom's craft room, I assembled a sparkly pile of
broken costume jewelry: bits of bracelets, brooches and earrings all
limbless and yearning to be fabulous again. Though the source glasses
were ungodly glamorous and utterly perfect, I opted for a slightly more wearable scale. (Girl has still gotta go to the grocery store...)

A $3 pair of old pink sunnies from the drawer were up to the challenge and after a little jig-sawing were transported into Elton John Heaven.

The breakdown: DIY Micky Ears (Because I'm a grown up and I do what I want...), resale purple velvet and satin blazer, Black Cherry lipstick by Milani.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

This was not my idea. I stole it. Lots of bloggers do it-- but after reading this brilliant muse week after week, I just couldn't help myself. Welcome to Magic Monday! In this segment I'll be sharing inspirations, secrets and treasures to start the week.

Who knows, there might even be some oracular channeling. It depends on my protein intake...

For the first Magic Monday of the year, I wanted to show you my 2014 vision board.

Friday, January 17, 2014

With glittery flakes falling, it was the perfect night to venture out and investigate the delights of gallery night! One of my stops included Third Coast Style. It was a treat to view prints, pour over racks of what Milwaukee's most creative designers have to offer, as well as meet friendly new faces and snoop about the boutique.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Some people are running their mouths saying you're ugly this time of year.

I want you to know that I don't believe that. Yes, the strings winking lights have been boxed up and inflatable snowmen stowed away to mildew until next year. It can seem a bit bleak.

But you're in transition. I'd like to see anyone feel pretty in transition. Heck, butterflies spend a majority of their life looking like something an owl barfed up and no one talks shit about them. Metamorphosis is a lot of quiet and sometimes homely work.

Don't be down on yourself. We all go through it.

See, you're powerful and unpredictable in the winter. Some people are afraid of that. I think it's sexy.

And as you shift, I will continue to adore your wind twisted icicle fringe, copacetic fog and otherworldly glaciers gracing the lake. I will be surprised and delighted by your sporadic sneezes of snow, bright moons over the water and sun painted skyline. You look so lovely in the sunset.

In a few short weeks you'll be dressed for spring, and I'll love you then too.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Everyone is talking New Years Resolutions--either touting impressive self improvement
manifestos or snarling about them being vapid doomed-to-failure bullshit.

Some of them have already withered on the vine. Others are well on their way.

[A few thoughts on resolutions:]

Firstly, for the haters, of course a bad plan with no intention of completion is going to implode. That's not insight, that's Science. So, stop feeling so smug. Think something more interesting.

Secondly, for the Dreamers, don't let anyone tell you your resolutions are stupid. They might be lofty (or not), impractical or vaguley dangerous, but they're not stupid.

Haters, it's time to put on your ear muffs.

{Even if your resolutions don't make sense to anyone else, it's okay. It's no one's effing business but yours.}

Resolution makers, I like you. You're the kind of animal that realizes the world isn't actually shitting on you. You're the kind of animal that's going to take care of business and get happy the best way you know how.

You're going to be fine.

You probably smell nice, too.

Lastly, the tradition of New Years Day being a mass metamorphosis where we all emerge as weight loosing, vegan, girl scout Butterflies and flutter out into the cosmos can seem trite.

Okay, it is trite.

However, any moment that you decide to reflect on your life, put on some pants and make big kid decisions is a good moment.

We always say that we'll do it "later" when "we have more time", dependant on the delusion of dreamy future that consists of twenty-five hour days, and eight day weeks...

You don't get more time. This moment is a good moment.

So whether or not you have resolved to floss your dogs teeth every day or eat fifty pounds of raw almonds, I'm pulling for you.